Indeed, enjoy nature, being one -- no drama in cities is not also enacted in a forest canopy as well as its shadowy, mysterious plotting depths. Perhaps more honestly? A sprinkle of sunlight blooms a long way.
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As I have often said, I know nothing...my writing is another way of inviting others, who are perhaps yet somewhat bewildered as I, to join me with a word-candle in the labyrinth of human, poetic consciousness.
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A stolen heart is perhaps the most profound of any larceny ... its theft removes any joy that once flourished, and places anguish inside an empty soul.
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I am surprised how such a small oval birdbath I keep in my backyard, attracts so many birds of different species. Of course, I do live in a desert. A lesson in there somewhere. Perhaps make a desert of one's heart, put a small bath of new love offered, and see what winged beauty it may attract.
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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No one who loves
is ever entirely forsaken – perhaps by man,
but never by God~ Our Eternal!
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Perhaps we can not express certain experiences using words, but the reader can draw themselves into deeper thoughts from the words to experience it themselves.
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As every moment passes by, I feel burdened by the thought that perhaps, a lifetime is nothing. It is entirely nothing, just another breathing space created by the intertwined threads of time, and when that given time is bled dry, the space will disappear, only to become the breath of a someone that doesn't require time.
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"...that must be the mission of all, to do more than thought possible, for what each is called, perhaps the improbable..." from the poem "Our Mission" by Max Sebastian Burchett
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The poet, the writer ... is sharing their thoughts and feelings with the universe on another level. Revealing their greatest vulnerabilities as some sort of cathartic alm towards understanding and empathy, or there for the grace of God go I. Perhaps a confessional place where they commune with themselves and readers will acknowledge that similar darkness and light within themselves and not feel so different, or alone. This is the way of all writing, whether it is about joy, or despair.
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All stories written and lived are Light and Dark. Some are geared more towards exposing the light, as they reveal dark. Humour is both Light and Dark; perhaps in some instances humour is borne from dark. To experience Light, dark exposes itself, subtly or confronting. Without night, there is no morning.
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Everyone has a superhero within them, awaken yours.
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I am who I am,
Why I am so, I can't understand.
Some say I'm foolish,
Perhaps I am, but why, I'm clueless.
Seemingly, I am pointless,
But still, I am cool among the masses
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"Artist hide their art for fear of the loss of losing the love of their work for compensation and attention, the displacement of care and affection for concern and agony, and perhaps the jealousy that comes with knowing the thing you love most might be loved more by others, and it's your only one like a sole born child that's dowered off to the highest bidder, I prefer to let her stay and love her forever"
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Perhaps the heart, not the mind, retains the most memories when we fall in love.
because even if I didn’t know that I loved you before, my heart remembers you.
Originally written on April 3, 2021
10:21 AM
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Dante believed he was the Eternal God
and condemned whoever despised him to Purgatory. Perhaps he was a bit too cruel in exercising divine power never given to a mortal man.
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A trivial generosity of a stranger, perhaps it will let you thank forever.
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Before he was my brother,
he was my lover,
though certainly not the best.
I found no joy
in that addled boy,
nor he at my breast.
Why him? Why him?
As the candles dim,
it grows harder and harder to say:
Perhaps girls and boys
are the god’s toys
when they lose their way.
('Morgause’s Song' by Michael R. Burch)
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If we strip away all the accouterments of war,
perhaps we’ll discover what the heart is for.
('Piercing the Shell' by Michael R. Burch)
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Do poems show a poet's intelligence, or lack thereof? Perhaps, though I won't waste the day thinking on it. Long as you admit they never lack heart.
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"'Choices' are the tokens that take us to places perhaps we never wished we'd visited, but we leave with greater knowledge and a firmer and clearer understanding of ourselves and the truth of it all. We are a book of life constantly re-editing our pages and at the root of it all, we rely on our internal compass - for some, this is an elusive marker to locate, but eventually it is found. Never judge a book by its cover."
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"'Choices' are the tokens that take us to places perhaps we never wished we'd visited, but we leave with greater knowledge and a firmer and clearer understanding of ourselves and the truth of it all. We are a book of life constantly re-editing our pages and at the root of it all, we rely on our internal compass - for some, this is an elusive marker to locate, but eventually it is found. Never judge a book by its cover." LadyLabyrinth (aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton).
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safe words banked; to one day buy you back
pass time in noble thought what life has taught perhaps exchange our views discuss the news
Each time you begin you are entering someone’s middle and witnessing another’s end.
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There is LIFE to be lived...after all is said and done. Women are built to withstand and bare the greatest pain in life, sometimes that will result in death, and perhaps if not death, a great loss of some incomprehensible proportion/s - but mostly, there is a strength that is inherently congenital to deliver beauty through something more substantial than looks and coquettish wiles.
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There is LIFE to be lived...after all is said and done. Women are built to withstand and bare the greatest pain in life, sometimes that will result in death, and perhaps if not death, a great loss of some incomprehensible proportion/s - but mostly, there is a strength that is inherently congenital to deliver beauty through something more substantial than looks and coquettish wiles.
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"We all were born to fulfill different purposes on the planet and perhaps my purpose in the world is to hang the wild wings of tyranny unto a misty tree before I leave forever."- Jamiu Akolade Adeyemi
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Today there is a lot of concern about what are described as GMO food products and perhaps those fears may be warranted, but as researchers delve further into cross species gene splicing etc. and come up with a blue eyed, red headed carrot, I fear that they may have ventured somewhat astray.
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Life is a beautiful phase,
It's our desires which makes it a terrible race.
So, What you believe is the case???
Perhaps for me, it's a freedom of space,
a new chance to recreate your surface ,
and be humble enough to give solace.??????
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A bad fate perhaps doesn't destined shoddy marges always. Miles yonder hopes lies! :: Shahnaz Islam
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